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I Will Take These Burning Branches
I will take some burning branches
To build a shrine unto its eyes
As they sit among the ashes
Of your shadowy demise
Soon they’ll be sending us packages
All wrapped up in fragments of glass
And the light
O that light!
That golden-orbed light!
Will look like it came from the furnace of night
Or the dawn of the comfortable past
When the snowmen come
They are carrying
Blankets full of ice
And their crumbling faces tell me
That they live upon the dice
For there are children to please
While the flurries are gone, but the winter presses on
Hence, their place in the breeze
Ha, I would like to see you try
To organize my mind
The audience collapses
The oak felled by a vine
Preserve the remnants of the city’s fall
I speak before the solid wall
Please remind the murderer
That his mother is a porcelain doll
Her stare is cutting through me
But numbness eats up pain
She is a child of witchcraft
A prostitute of the brain
It’s crazy out there
But that’s why we care
About preventing the death of our king
It’s silent out there
And that’s why she cares
About the circle of her wedding ring
Do not let go of whatever you have
Or it will drift away
The body will dissipate
The lame donkey will bray his broken bray
Follow me if you want to
Though I’m just a figure in the dark
We can hide beside the fallen trees
And whisper with the meadowlark
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I wish I could find my wings.
Aderes thinks I should tell you about my blog, do you wish to be told?
(BTW, Been wondering this for awhile, how old are you?)
"Swing your hips, loose your head and let it spin/And we will look together for the pan within."
A Waterboys song; your author's comment in particular reminded me of it :)